draliman on life

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Sandra Crook.

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Copyright Sandra Crook

“It’ll be amazing, my love! We shall live as in Steam Age times! We shall eschew modern technology and replicate a simpler time!”

… Christ… “I don’t know. I rather like my home digital assistant…” … last week it was ‘open a meditation retreat’…

“Steam trains, washing in the stream, clean air, making our own entertainment…”

The train went past. They began to hack and cough, smoke filling their lungs.

“As I was saying, my love… dirty transport, bubonic plague, no antibiotics, filthy smoky air, boring evenings with no Netflix… we should respect the status quo…”

“I think that would be best, dear.” … idiot…

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Roger Bultot.

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I’m off to the cinema this evening to see Spiderman, hence the early posting of my story. I thought I’d use some of my lunch break to write this, rather than rush this evening 🙂

Copyright Roger Bultot

See no evil.

That was the central tenet. Nobody wanted to know. Nobody cared. It was the law. THEY enforced it.

When Samuel saw thugs beating up a boy, he couldn’t look the other way.

He knew it was wrong. He knew he shouldn’t. But he did it anyway. He shouted at them.

They abandoned their attack and fled.

Maybe he would be lucky? Maybe THEY hadn’t noticed?

A creaking disabused him. The hands on the Watcher opened. It looked at him.

He headed home. Maybe he would have time to say goodbye to his wife before THEY came for him.

Here is my post for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Dale Rogerson.

Well, I only remembered about this a little wee while ago as I was very busy at work. Now I’m out babysitting!

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Copyright Dale Rogerson

Jack, of beanstalk fame, was living the high life. A giant here, an ogre there. Easy. It went to his head. It made him careless.

“Wow! Look at that great artwork!”

He admired the sculpture. He took pictures. He didn’t pay attention.

Fee fi fo fum, I smell a charging point, here I come! Fo fum fi fee, a quick bit of charge and then I’m free!

The giant’s giant electric car, silent in its approach, squished Jack into the pavement. The giant plugged in, absent-mindedly wiping some of Jack off his shoe.

From mighty giant killer to pavement art. Poor Jack 😦

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by J. Hardy Carroll.

Oh boy, I had trouble with this one. I’m very literal and all I could see was that huge American flag. I finally, after several attempts, managed a sort of a story which had no politics in!

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Copyright J. Hardy Carroll

Marco walked towards the counter, slipping slightly on the slick floor, almost tripping over the body of the waitress. He threw three dollars onto the counter. One fell off, landing in the bloody remains of the cook.

“Keep the change.”

It was a shame. If his eggs and bacon had been even remotely edible, no-one would have had to have died. This would cause an uproar. He’d have to reset. Damn 21st century humans.

He put the gun in his mouth, pulled the trigger, felt the psychic transfer and woke up 300 miles away in another diner, another body.

“Waitress, eggs and bacon.”